𝓶𝓾𝔃𝓪𝓷 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
❝I can teach you more than you think, (Y/N). Do you want me to show you? ❞
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(y/n) is a seamstress who's lived in her own bubble for a long time. she keeps to herself but still manages to develop a crush on one of her cli...
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【 🅼🅸🅽🅴】 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷
Muzan's instincts turned out to be right. It didn't take long for you to develop a high fever. At first, it started with a simple headache but it quickly grew to you being drained of energy and excessively tired.
It was just a few days later when things started to get a bit extreme. In a matter of hours, you went from sewing and walking around to being confined to your bed.
When Muzan had heard the news from Chiyo he was not happy. He didn't like the sound of you being unwell, especially after he had taken you out that night.
He wondered if you had caught something because of him-and even though you had answered yes to his proposal there was no room for him to be pleased when you were suffering so badly.
In fact, Muzan was the complete opposite of pleased. He was downright disappointed. It seemed the feeling he had gotten last time you were together was accurate, that ominous vibe that had lingered over him turned out to be there for a reason.
He didn't like when his instincts were right. It usually meant something negative was going to end up happening. Muzan didn't like this illness at all.
He decided to show up at the manor just a few hours after he had received the news. He wanted to see your condition for himself. He wondered just how bad you had gotten.
He didn't announce his visit to anyone and so pure shock was displayed on the faces of the demons who laid eyes on him.
You were supposedly in your quarters but upon arriving something else quickly caught his attention, namely, Chiyo.
She was busy running around trying to help you. It was apparent in how quickly she was moving-there was hot water boiling and herbs and medicine on hand.
She froze in her tracks upon seeing him.
She bowed her head, "Kibutsuji-sama."
Muzan frowned.
"Has she gotten any better?"
Chiyo gulped, "I'm afraid not."
"And what have you been doing?"
"I've been trying," Chiyo affirmed, "it's been difficulty since-,"
"Try harder."
Chiyo grimaced.
She herself didn't like your illness.
She had gone from being in a relaxed state to straight up frantic herself. She understood that your wellbeing was directly tied to her survival.
The master had taken a liking to you.
"Step aside."
She did.
Muzan pushed open the door momentarily and was met with an eerie silence that bothered him. He closed it behind him and headed forward towards the bed in front of him.
He looked down to see you.
It seemed you were alive but your eyes were closed shut, your body laying still as a rock. There were sweat beads trailing your skin, your expression was of slight pain and he frowned in displeasure.
At the moment it seemed Chiyo had managed to help you a bit by breaking your fever but still your strength was no where to be found.
Muzan wasn't sure if you had noticed him yet.
He debated if he should speak.
He decided he would.
"You're in this bad of a condition?"
The sudden voice stunned you.
It wasn't Chiyo.
It sounded like...
Your eyes slowly opened, "Muzan-sama?"
You made eye contact and he frowned upon seeing your weak expression. What was Chiyo doing? She clearly wasn't trying hard enough.
"You shouldn't be near me," you expressed, "you'll get sick."
You pulled the cover over you a bit more, snuggling your face deeper into it as your eyes stayed in contact with the man above you.
Muzan ignored your words. His eyes scanned you over. You could see the sheer bitterness in his eyes as he looked at you.
His cold hand skimmed your cheek.
"You shouldn't be awake right now. You should rest."
You frowned at his words, "I've been in my bed all day."
"That's the way it should be."
His hand left your cheek as he looked at your unusually paling skin.
The memories that swirled in his mind caused him to revoke in disgust. His emotions managed to seep through for just a moment.
"Does seeing me like this upset you that much?"
"I hate illness."
The sudden statement caused you to smile just a bit, "Doesn't everyone?"
He didn't share your sentiments. Muzan still couldn't shake this ominous feeling.
Your hand however reached out towards his and brought it closer to you. Placing it back on your cheek you looked up at him firmly, "I'll be fine."
Seeing the brightness in your eyes calmed him just a bit.
"Only if you rest."
"I'll be able to rest better if you hold me."
"(Y/N)," he scolded.
"Then I won't rest," you said defiantly.
"..."
Muzan complied.
He didn't know quite how you had managed to do it, but before he knew it he was indeed holding you. Your back ended up against his chest as his arms wrapped around your fragile figure.
You relaxed in his embrace and your eyes began to close while Muzan laid wide awake with a prominent frown.
He liked the warmth of you...he just wanted your health to come along with it.
